Chapter 117. Who Is This?

Opening my eyes to the unexpected sound of vibrating, I winced as the early morning light pooled through the window, blinding me, letting me know it was time to get my ass up. Groaning because it felt like I had just gone to sleep, sandwiched between my mates. Feeling someone stir behind me, a warm body pressing into mine, I smiled, knowing from the way hands slid to my breasts, squeezing them and pulling me back into the warmth of his toned body that it was Knox. The fucker always slept with his hands wrapped around my tits. 'for comfort,' he would say!

Not that it was any better than Kane's explanation for why his hand always cupped my pussy while he slept. 'My hands get cold.' Something I would assure him was a lie if I wasn't happy with his hand where it was.

"Come back to bed." Knox moaned as I slid out from between them, hating, leaving the warmth of my mates.

"I need to pee!" I whined, realising the vibrating had started again. My mind whir